I Just Can't Help Believing
I would like to sincerely thank everyone for their comments on my previous post “48 Hours”. Your care (some of you actually phoned to check on me!) concern, love, support, advice, and yes even your brickbats and cynicism have touched me deeply.
Here’s my reply - So I’m a hopeless romantic. Sue Me. This song was written by the legendary Elvis Presley in 1956 and it still rings as true as the gospel today. Is it any wonder he was crowned the King? One of the greatest entertainers of all time. I truly hope that he has found the peace in Heaven that he never seemed to find on earth.
By the way, Very Wrong sms-ed me this morning asking me why I’d been so silent and to say that she’d been sick.
I just can't help believin'
When she smiles up soft and gentle
With a trace of misty morning
And the promise of tomorrow in her eyes
I just can't help believin'
When she's lying close beside me
And my heart beats with the rhythm of her size
This time the girl is gonna stay
This time the girl is gonna stay
For more than just a day
Oh, I just can't help believin'
When she slips her hand in my hand
And it feels so small and helpless
As my fingers fold around it like a glove
I just can't help believin'
When she's whispering her magic
And her tears are shining honey sweet with love
This time the girl is gonna stay
This time the girl is gonna stay
For more than just a day
For more than just a day
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I just can't help believin'
When she smiles up soft and gentle
With a trace of misty morning
And the promise of tomorrow in her eyes
(Maybe her contact's dropped and she's just misty-eyed from dat?)
I just can't help believin'
When she's lying close beside me
And my heart beats with the rhythm of her size
(Man, its either you have a huge heart or she's gigantic)
This time the girl is gonna stay
This time the girl is gonna stay
For more than just a day
(Can't afford the return tickets I see)
Oh, I just can't help believin'
When she slips her hand in my hand
And it feels so small and helpless
As my fingers fold around it like a glove
(Eh, bro... tak cukup umur masuk lock-up one larr)
I just can't help believin'
When she's whispering her magic
And her tears are shining honey sweet with love
(Haiyo, eh you kopeking Aunty Lee's daughter who's making kueh bangkit arr?)
This time the girl is gonna stay
This time the girl is gonna stay
For more than just a day
For more than just a day
(Hell, with the prices of petrol and shitty public transportation, she might just have to stay with you until she can afford the return fare, bro... definitely more than 1 day then.)
Hehehe, sorry bro. Can't help taking a swipe at such lyrics... Hmm, no wonder Elvis left der building....
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